Raquel June
12-02-2008, 03:24 PM
I just woke up from the most vivid dream. It was sort like the "naked in public" dreams people talk about.
I was totally femme downtown, then right as I was going to meet some people, I went to check my makeup in a mirror, and I had a goatee. It wasn't a feeling of panic. It was just a very hopeless/frustrating feeling. I just couldn't manage to do anything about it. I had driven with other people and had to go meet them at a club a block away later. Eventually I found a nice restroom in a hotel that had a couple complementary Bic single-blade disposable razors -- the really terrible kind. I'm thinking, "I know I'm going to bleed all over the place trying to use this." Then before I picked it up off the table two older women walked in and I realized I was in a luxury suite at the hotel. They were obviously mad about me being in there. I told them I really needed one of the little razors and grabbed it and left. Then I was having trouble finding a place to shave. I made it down to the lobby, which was huge -- more like a shopping mall. I ran into some guys who played football in my high school. They wanted to hang out, like me wearing a skirt holding a razor was no big deal. They seemed to have some kind of brain damage and were difficult to talk to. There was a big sign on the wall advertizing some kind of stamp you use to make an impression of Jesus on a bar of soap. I made my way into the restroom and was looking at a bar of soap with Jesus on it trying to determine how poor of a replacement for shaving cream the novelty soap would be and how badly I would be bleeding after trying to shave with that and the world's cheapest razor. I really had to pee. A friend of mine was in the restroom and said something to me. I looked down and realized I was peeing in a towel dispenser and felt bad about that. The next person to dry their hands would be pretty unhappy. Then I looked in the mirror and had super-short hair. I ran out because I knew they were getting ready for a drag show at a club nearby and I'd be able to find a wig. I walked into the club and things seemed different than usual. There were some old guys at a table getting attention from people, and the place was busier than usual. I kept finding wigs, but they were all pretty tacky. Finally I found an OK one. I was walking back out and walked past the table with all the people and realized it was George Takei. I smiled at him really big and flapped my arms a little and he gave me a hug. I walked next door to meet some people. One of them was an ex-girlfriend. Somehow I ended up way up in the sky laying on a long skinny platform or set of rails or something with my former roommate on a platform next to me. I kept falling off and catching myself and pulling myself back up, but I didn't feel like I was in any real danger.
That's all I remember. It was pretty weird!
I was totally femme downtown, then right as I was going to meet some people, I went to check my makeup in a mirror, and I had a goatee. It wasn't a feeling of panic. It was just a very hopeless/frustrating feeling. I just couldn't manage to do anything about it. I had driven with other people and had to go meet them at a club a block away later. Eventually I found a nice restroom in a hotel that had a couple complementary Bic single-blade disposable razors -- the really terrible kind. I'm thinking, "I know I'm going to bleed all over the place trying to use this." Then before I picked it up off the table two older women walked in and I realized I was in a luxury suite at the hotel. They were obviously mad about me being in there. I told them I really needed one of the little razors and grabbed it and left. Then I was having trouble finding a place to shave. I made it down to the lobby, which was huge -- more like a shopping mall. I ran into some guys who played football in my high school. They wanted to hang out, like me wearing a skirt holding a razor was no big deal. They seemed to have some kind of brain damage and were difficult to talk to. There was a big sign on the wall advertizing some kind of stamp you use to make an impression of Jesus on a bar of soap. I made my way into the restroom and was looking at a bar of soap with Jesus on it trying to determine how poor of a replacement for shaving cream the novelty soap would be and how badly I would be bleeding after trying to shave with that and the world's cheapest razor. I really had to pee. A friend of mine was in the restroom and said something to me. I looked down and realized I was peeing in a towel dispenser and felt bad about that. The next person to dry their hands would be pretty unhappy. Then I looked in the mirror and had super-short hair. I ran out because I knew they were getting ready for a drag show at a club nearby and I'd be able to find a wig. I walked into the club and things seemed different than usual. There were some old guys at a table getting attention from people, and the place was busier than usual. I kept finding wigs, but they were all pretty tacky. Finally I found an OK one. I was walking back out and walked past the table with all the people and realized it was George Takei. I smiled at him really big and flapped my arms a little and he gave me a hug. I walked next door to meet some people. One of them was an ex-girlfriend. Somehow I ended up way up in the sky laying on a long skinny platform or set of rails or something with my former roommate on a platform next to me. I kept falling off and catching myself and pulling myself back up, but I didn't feel like I was in any real danger.
That's all I remember. It was pretty weird!